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The History of Initiation - The Masonic Trowel

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196 HISTORY OF INITIATION<br />

hideous countenance, enthroned upon an altar, and<br />

decorated with rich jewels and valuable trinkets. His<br />

anger could only be appeased by human sacrifices.21 <strong>The</strong><br />

symbol <strong>of</strong> this terrible divinity was a blue feather, which<br />

was generally appended, in some conspicuous situation,<br />

about his person. "From his hair, tied up with a golden<br />

fillet, there hung an ear, which was another symbol, by<br />

which the afflicted soul and repenting sinner was taught,<br />

that he might confide in the divine mercy, who would<br />

listen to his prayers. He held four darts in his right hand,<br />

signifying the punishment for sin, and the vengeance <strong>of</strong><br />

Heaven, which manifests itself to man by plagues, war,<br />

poverty, and famine. His left hand held a golden mirror,<br />

extremely smooth, and so bright as to receive the<br />

objects clearly and distinctly. With the same hand he<br />

held, behind this mirror, a fan made <strong>of</strong> feathers, <strong>of</strong> all<br />

kinds and colours, signifying that nothing was hid from<br />

21 A terrible picture <strong>of</strong> this insatiate monster has been drawn by<br />

Marmontel, (Incas, vol. i., p. 77,) which makes the reader shudder.<br />

Montezuma, in his distress, applies to the sovereign Pontiff for advice,<br />

who thus addresses him " "<br />

: Sir," said he, I would not have you be.<br />

surprised at the weakness <strong>of</strong> our gods, or at the ruin which seems to<br />

await your empire. We have called up the mighty God <strong>of</strong> Evil, the<br />

fearful Telcilepulca. He appeared to us over the pinnacle <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Temple, amidst the darkness <strong>of</strong> the night. Clouds rent by lightning<br />

were his seat. His head reached up to Heaven; his arms, which<br />

stretched from north to south, seemed to incircle the whole earth :<br />

from his mouth the poison <strong>of</strong> pestilence seemed ready to burst forth :<br />

in his hollow eyes sparkled the devouring fire <strong>of</strong> madness and <strong>of</strong><br />

famine : he held in one hand the three darts <strong>of</strong> war, and in his other<br />

rattled the fetters <strong>of</strong> captivity.<br />

His voice, like the sounds <strong>of</strong> storms<br />

and tempests, smote our ears : Ye mock me : my altars thirst in vain :<br />

victims are not fattened : a few half starved wretches are all the<br />

my<br />

<strong>of</strong>ferings ye bestow on me. Where is now the time when twenty<br />

thousand captives in one day lay slaughtered in my temple ? Its rock<br />

returned no other sound but groans and bitter wailings, which rejoiced<br />

my heart ; altars swam in blood ; rich <strong>of</strong>ferings lay scattered on my<br />

floor. Hath Montezuma forgotten that I am Telcalepulca, and that<br />

all Heaven's plagues are the ministers <strong>of</strong> my wrath ? As for the other<br />

gods, let him send them away empty, if he will ; their indulgence exposes<br />

them to contempt : by suffering it they encourage and deserve<br />

it : but let him know that it is folly in the extreme to neglect a jealous<br />

god, the God <strong>of</strong> Evil." Terrified at this portentous intelligence,<br />

Montezuma gave instant orders that the captives should be surveyed,<br />

and a thousand <strong>of</strong> them picked out to immolate to their incensed god,<br />

that they should be fattened up with all possible expedition and that<br />

;<br />

as soon as every thing was ready, they should be <strong>of</strong>fered up in solemn<br />

sacrifice.

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